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The clichés have it wrong. It doesn’t feel like a punch to the gut. That’s too small for what this is. It feels like an implosion starting inside you and sucking you inward, trying desperately to fill the gap of that something or someone that used to be there and is now gone forever. You curl inside yourself, chasing the thoughts, the memories of your old life, so deep inside that you’ll never get out, trapped in the darkness beneath the rubble of what you no longer have. The moment has changed you, and you will never be the same.